As soon as Myla reported to her seniors she was taken to the hospital to get immediate medical attention. As she lay there on the bed with vital drips protruding from her arms, her mind drifted back to her ordeal. It drifted back to Taylan. A surge of regret swept over to the point of her covering her face with her arm. Her mind wondered as to how she would adapt back to her previous life. She wondered if she would still be able to give her best on the battlefield. Would she still be the Myla she was when she left.
After the lapse of the Twenty-four hours the doctor had stipulated,Myla was discharged from hospital. As the car kept passing establishments , pavements and roads, Myla kept telling herself that this is who she is and where she belongs. She attempted to flood her mind about things that she she be expectant to that will lift her spirits , like her dogs. Only after a few seconds did she realise that she had no dogs. The dogs she was referring to ,were Taylan's.
The car finally pulled up to her front porch. She had to set her eyes on her house for a good few minutes . Take it all in. The outside smell, the noises, the view and the house itself , because that is how stale her memory is, when it comes to her house. She hesitantly stepped out if the car and from then onwards, knew that there was no turning back. When she got to the front door, she took another few seconds to study it, to feel it's texture , to take in its ordour, to wonder back to all the years she had opened and closed it , without realising that it was a fifty year old door that had a lot of history behind it. The house agent had said that it was extracted from a firmer monarch's castle and hence explaining the inflated price of the house on purchase. In flung the door and she laid her eyes on the interior of her house for the first time in a long time.
Myla placed her parcel of belongs on her lounging room couch. She switched on the television, to fill up the house. She proceeded to go to her bedroom to change into something else. Thereafter she proceeded to go to the kitchen to make something to quell her hunger. As she was filling up the kettle her eyes landed on her back garden.
'I have a garden.' Myla said to herself.
During this duration of lost focus the kettle ended up overflowing.
'Jeez! Myla be careful!'
Myla's eya frooze more than ever.
'No. This is not true. She said as her sight was fixed on him.
'How on Earth did you get here. Oh my I am hallucinating.' Myla began panicking.
'Clam down Myla it's me. In the flesh.'
He took her arm and placed it onto his so that she could feel that he was real. A smile began to firm on his face as soon as he saw the realisation that dawned upon her. Tears began strutting down her cheeks. She threw the kettle into the sink and let it be stay under the gushing facet. She wrapped her arms around him and so did he to her. She began to sob and murmur unaudible things into his shoulder blade. They looked like a statue of long lost lovers on display at the love museum.
'Okay. I was good seeing you and hugging you , but I can't breath now.' Taylan joked.
'Sorrry . It's just that I did not expect to see you here.' Myla laughed.
'Well , I'm here. Taylanator in the flesh.'
And they both went laughing.
'Hey, atleast I know I'm more important that your kettle.'
And that's when Myla realised that the kettle was still under the facet and urgently removed.
'Now this makes me wonder how many times you left my kettle floating in water. Luckily I don't even use. I should probably never use it. I don't really want to go out in an explosion.'
'Sorry. But NO. I have never left your kettle drowning in water. I'm just stocked.'
They both laughed.
'But can you really imagine how dumb people will think I am. He dodges bullets and grinades for a living , but gets killed by a faulty kettle. '
They both went into fits of laughter.
'Im serious Myla. That day I would probably take the world record for being the most idiotic person on earth.'
The two had finally settled in the garden and kept stargazing at each other.
'The green of the garden , really be makes your eyes stand out .' Taylan complemented.
'Thank you. You know I did not even remember I had a garden. How awful am I . To forget such a place.'
' No you aren't.' Taylan tried to comfort Myla.
'Yes, I am. Who forgets their home? But anyway , you still haven't told me his you got here.
'Well you see up there.' He pointed to the sky.
'If you look close enough you will see little flying things , called planes...'
They both laughed.
'Oh come on. ' Protested Myla with and eye roll and smack to Taylan's arm.
' I know what a plane is. How do you think I got here, you silly man '
Laughter again.
'I don't know. Maybe you just buzzed all the way here.'
'What do you mean. Do I look like a bee to you or something?' Myla questioned whilst laughing.
'I don't know, but when you used to live with me you used to be busy around the house like a bee.'
'That is not such a bad thing, now is it?'
And they both laughed.
The laughter died down and Myla locked eyes with Taylan.
'Taylan, why did you really come here?'
'Because my feelings for you have matured beyond the ten letter word of friendship.'
THE END